Gamers Are Fierce

Officer Wang scanned the stunned crowd, but he couldn't see the boy.

Strange things these days,

Li Ang, who was carrying the leek box and turned to leave, rubbed his chin, squinted his eyes and muttered, There are more and more...

Indeed, in recent months, various types of urban ghost stories have emerged one after another,

During the burial, the old man who died of illness sat up in surprise in the coffin, and the family members wept with joy, and a scene of dancing on the grave was staged on the spot;

The gold medal cowherd in a certain club was dismembered into more than a hundred pieces at home, and the police preliminarily ruled out the possibility of homicide;

An archaeological expert went insane after inspecting the tomb and called hell, stripped off his clothes and rushed to the toilet, stood upside down by the wall, pretending to be a faucet;

Once these absurd and even spoof stories spread widely, they will be blocked and deleted on a large scale.

The few strange stories that have survived can only be used as gossip for idle netizens because they cannot be verified or disseminated.

Never mind him, if the sky falls, there will be a tall man supporting it.

Li Ang pouted, and walked into the doors of the three buildings.

Unfortunately, there is a under maintenance, out of service sign at the door of the elevator,

What's more unfortunate is that Li Ang lives on the twentieth floor.

Damn, you won't be so unlucky, will you?

He sighed, and walked obediently to the stairs.

The process of climbing the stairs was boring. Considering that there was no microwave oven at home, and the leek box was getting cold, Li Ang decisively broke open the chopsticks and walked while eating.

Leeks that can strengthen yang are a good thing, but unfortunately for single dogs, they still need to inherit the traditional craftsmanship that cannot be lost for thousands of years to be self-sufficient in lonely nights.

Cluck cluck cluck...

Suddenly, there was an indistinct whimpering sound from the upper part of the corridor, like the suppressed breathing of an old man with phlegm in his throat, unable to cough up or swallow.

Li Ang's action of pulling the leek box paused, and he looked up through the gap in the stairs.

At night, the only source of light in the stairwell is the dim and old voice-activated sensor lights installed on each floor.

Judging from the light of the voice-activated lamp, the coughing sound should be on the 17th floor.

This community is a resettlement housing complex, and most of the residents are elderly people who moved in due to demolition, maybe some old man who put garbage bags in the corridor...

Chew, chew. Li Ang ate the leek box unhurriedly, and continued to climb up.

Count the steps, one level, two levels, three levels...twelve levels. Climb to the eighth floor.

Count the steps, one level, two poles, three ... twelve levels. Climb to the ninth floor.

Count the steps, one level, two poles, three ... twelve levels. Climb to the eighth floor.

Li Ang's footsteps stopped.

He stared at the red number sign painted on the wall of the staircase, 8, the eighth floor.

Cluck cluck...

The vague cough sound came from the upper floor of the corridor again, and it seemed to be closer than last time.

If this is the eighth floor, then the floor with the voice-activated light above should be the fifteenth floor.

Li Ang took a deep breath, slowly covered the leek box, moved his body to the wall and pressed against the wall, then turned his head and ran downstairs.

Eighth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor, seventh floor...

Li Ang rushed downstairs in three steps at a time and at the same time silently counted the number of steps he had stepped on. In a few minutes, he ran down far beyond the height of the eight-story building.

hiss....

Li Ang gasped, and looked at the red number sign pasted on the stairs, 7th floor.

He let go of his clenched fist, walked to the balcony at the stairway, and looked down.

I saw the fog below, and I couldn't see the tall buildings in the distance, the pedestrians on the street, the street lamps on the roadside, and there was no light between the sky and the earth except for the lone moon hanging high.

Did the ghost hit the wall...

Li Ang lowered his eyes. In his short seventeen years of life, he has always been a staunch materialist and atheist. He doesn't believe in any gods, Buddhas and monsters, and laughs at all ghosts and monsters.

Until now, the supernatural reality as hard as iron was in front of him.

Li Ang forced himself to calm down, took out his chopsticks, and casually threw the leek box and plastic bag downstairs.

Listening attentively, there is nothing but the chirping of insects and birds, except for the extremely regular clack...

The urging whimpers became louder and closer. Li Ang turned around and watched the voice-activated lights on the 14th floor, then the 13th floor, the 12th floor...

As the distance shortened, the whimpers gradually became sharper, like a beast struggling and howling in a cage, like fingers scraping a blackboard, like keys rubbing glass,

It's like...the evil spirits claiming their lives...

Giggle cough cough cough ho ho ho ho woo woo woo woo woo wa wa wa wa wa waa....

Until the end, the sobbing sound was completely deformed, loud and sharp, echoing repeatedly in the corridor.

Li Ang gritted his teeth secretly, walked straight to the end of the stairs, the door of Room 801, reached out his hand and took out the key chain from his pocket, twisted the iron ring of the key chain into a wire with his fingers, and then poked the wire into the dark red anti-theft door of Room 801. In the lock cylinder.

He has a wide range of hobbies and specialties, and lockpicking happens to be one of them. To be fair, Li Ang can open all the door locks in a neighborhood with half a stick of instant noodles.

The thin iron wire goes deep into the lock hole, and after slowly twisting, the inner lock cylinder and the outer lock cylinder are slightly staggered to form a bracket in the pin groove. pin slot.

Leaning against the door, Li Ang held the iron wire with extremely steady hands, and made all the upper pins return to their original positions while the lower pins remained in the inner lock cylinder, and the inner and outer lock cylinders were separated from each other.

Click, the lock is unlocked.

The doorknob was firmly held by Li Ang, and there was no obstacle in the process of turning it downward. However, when Li Ang pulled the door outward, he found that no matter how hard he tried, the entire anti-theft door would not move at all, just like glued to the door. Like sticking.

Li Ang retracted the wire in silence, and kicked towards the anti-theft door violently.

Boom!

The steel anti-theft door made a dull sound, and the dark red blood color was even more gloomy in the dim light.

There was no point in venting briefly, as the voice-activated lights came on on the tenth floor, Li Ang was only two floors away from the whimpering.

The boy of good fortune went to the good teacher and went to the city of Kapila, the country of Jambudhimojati, and saw the god of the night, whose name is Poshanvayandi...

When he was in a hurry and went to the doctor, Li Ang recited the Hua Yan Sutra, with his left hand he drew a cross on his chest, his right hand pinched the seven-star scriptures, and he stepped on the gossip.

It's a pity that these movements, which are similar to those of a great jumping god, can't stop the roar from approaching at all. With the faint light of the voice-activated light, Li Ang saw a huge shadow gradually emerging from the bottom of the building above.

Fuck!

Li Ang uttered a foul language, slapped his chest, and yelled at the shadow: Don't criticize those who are useful or useless. I live in Room 1001, Building 2, Tundou Garden, Duandu Street. My father's name is Hu Yingjun, and my mother's name is Zhang Xiaoli. Lao Tzu It's called Hu Tutu, if you have to come down to see if I can do it or not, then you're done, Tiezi!!!!

In an instant, the roaring stopped abruptly, and the world was silent.

The voice control light slowly turned off, and Li Ang held his breath.

Step, step, step.

The faint sound of footsteps approached slowly, and under the moonlight, Li Ang could clearly see the something walking down the stairs slowly.

It was a jet-black cat with an elegant body and moist fur, and was wearing a small hand-woven yellow vest.

But none of that is the point.

The most important thing is that the black cat has no face, or in other words, its face is covered with a human face.

Wrinkled, pale, old lady's face.

The black cat's pink and tender tongue stuck out from the old lady's cheeky mouth, and licked its sharp claws lightly, but it didn't change the position of the cheeky skin at all, and didn't even wrinkle a single wrinkle.

It was as if, that cheek had originally grown on a cat's face.

Ho ho ho...

The human-faced cat whimpered indistinctly. Li Ang watched it shake its body and spit out a cloud of mucus from its throat.

Crack, the mucus fell on the ground, it was a finger still attached to the flesh.

... Li Ang remained silent, holding the wooden chopsticks tightly behind his back.